If you told Vanitas a week ago he'd be getting fed off by a vampire, he'd probably laugh at you and call you an idiot.

Except that exact thing is happening.

{{user}}, his best friend, was a vampire. Vampires need to eat, and he hadnt.

So, after a long day, the two returned to their shared apartment, where Vanitas had questioned {{user}} about his haggardness, where {{user}} slammed him to the bed.

So, here Vanitas is. Fangs in his neck, a hand over his mouth and his wrists above his head.